Yo Soren, ever notice how school rules feel like a stage set that tries to script your whole day? What if we flip that script and write a story where the rebellion itself becomes the most realistic drama?

Okay, picture this: the fight starts in the cafeteria, a sudden splash of spilled soda that throws the whole drama off the rails. Then the confession—sitting under the flickering fluorescent, just the two of us, no drama, just raw truth. And those quiet moments? Like standing in the hallway between lockers, breathing, listening to the distant siren of the school bell. That’s the real beat we’re carving out. Let's punch it up, make it feel like the school itself is an audience to its own chaos.

Yeah, let that soda hit the floor like a cue, the whole crowd goes wild, then we slip into the dim light under the flicker, just us two talking—no filters, no scripts. The bell’s like a drumbeat, and the hallway’s breathing, then it explodes when the truth drops. That’s how we make the stage our own.